Lyrics
I'm masterin this art N this work too
The market'll hurt U.. Do dirt.. The narcs'll desert U
N everytime I'm sparkin this purple
People say that I'm a pentogram.. Status stars in a circle
A martyr to burbs too.. U know that I'm charmed wit a virtue
N hard news.. if U think I'm harmless to Ur crew
Plastered N I'm armed with a pure fuel to burn thru
Rappers / Actors when I arson rehearsal
Not to mention.. I'm the baddest wit flow
Stop the stressin
U ain't even nice as far as the rappin it goes
U ain't even a distraction so no
I dont like U
Get off my nuts N go grab a sack of Ur own
So listen.. I'm the last of Ur hopes - skilled wit words
I'll make heads turn of people who thought rap was a joke
Its my turn to take a crack at the thrown
Get to know the name
Cuz I'm the future to rap.. Status y'know?!
